12/24 – Christmas Eve

The Shadow over Portsmouth: unchanged
Player Choice: 126,718

Yes, I am writing on Christmas Eve. This is somewhat excused by the fact that yesterday was what really felt like the Eve, spending it at my mom’s with Jane and then opening presents this morning, because my mom would be working on Christmas proper. Still, I shouldn’t linger here too longer in my own brain/on the page. I just didn’t get any writing done yesterday, while preparing for the holiday, and I didn’t want to log two dud days in a row. Wanted to get on here to put in at least 1,000 words for Player Choice (while not bothering to poke at the drying husk of Shadow over Portsmouth, whose life force has been stolen, most cruelly, by the final crescendos of the other book).